Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 400 The Unexpected Paternity Test

After Ben left, Jared got lost in his thought.

He didn't think that things would turn out like this.

Who would have thought that Amber was the real Makayla Gardner?

Amber's future was doomed to be painful because she couldn't continue the revenge for the Reed

family or reunite with the Gardner family.

She couldn't even know that she was the real daughter of the Gardner family right away. Otherwise,

she wouldn't be able to take that heavy blow.

In Olkmore.

The Gardners headed straight to the Gardner family residence after they got out of the police station.

A maid greeted them with a folder in her hands after they got home, "Sir, Ma'am. I got this from the

mailbox."

"What is this?" Trenton took the folder from the maid, confused.

The maid shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't open it."

"Okay. You may go now," Mrs. Gardner said, exhausted.

The maid answered and turned to continue her work around the house.

The Gardners went to sit on the couch.

Mrs. Gardner poured them two cups of tea while Trenton tore open the paper folder.

"What is it?" Mrs. Gardner asked curiously.

Trenton shook his head. "Don't know. Haven't read it yet."

He pulled the files out of the folder as he said that.

Mrs. Gardner glanced at the words printed on it and observed aloud suspiciously, "Paternity Test?

Whose is it?"

Trenton had a bad hunch and didn't say a word.

He turned it to the last page and saw the names printed on it, Trenton Gardner and Makayla Gardner!

"You and Makayla?" Mrs. Gardner was surprised. "Why would someone send us this?"

Trenton remained silent. His expression changed, and his eyes bulged. All of a sudden, he stood up

and said in a loud voice, "How could this be!"

"What?" Seeing that Trenton was agitated, Mrs. Gardner was unable to make head or tail of it.

The result sheet trembled with Trenton's hand. "Makayla. She... She is not our daughter."

"What did you say?" Mrs. Gardner froze and then turned to look at him, incredulous. "Trenton, you don't

know what you are talking about. Makayla is not our daughter? You must be kidding."

"I'm not. It's written here. In black and white." Trenton handed the result sheet to Mrs. Gardner gloomily.

Hearing that, Mrs. Gardner took the result sheet from Trenton. She was stunned by the result,

probability of paternity, 0%.

"How can it be!" Mrs. Gardner's face went pale as if her soul was drained from her body. She

murmured, "No. That's not possible! Makayla is our daughter! Someone must have faked this! Right?

Trenton?"

Trenton wanted to say it was fake. But, when he saw the official seal, he lost the power of speech.

Seeing that he couldn't even make out a word, Mrs. Gardner felt anxious and angry. "Trenton? Why

don't you say anything? This is feigned! We don't even know who sent us this! What if this person is

trying to mess with us? Besides, we were all there when Makayla did the paternity test. We all saw the

result with our own eyes! Makayla is our daughter. This sheet is definitely fake! "

Her words calmed Trenton. "You are right. I was being impulsive."

As his wife said, Makayla did the paternity tests with both of them respectively. The results showed that

she was their daughter.

This one, however, presented a totally different result. He didn't know who sent this, so there was

obviously no credibility here,

However, even though he comforted himself that way, he still felt a little uneasy.

For more than two decades, he tried to find his own daughter. Now that he thought he had found her,

someone told him that he found the wrong person. Even though he believed that Makayla was his

daughter, his faith was still a little shaken by the result sheet.

In fact, the anonymous mail sender got him even more suspicious about the true identity of Makayla.

Trenton clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "No. I have to find out who sent this! Who dared to

mess with me!"

Mrs. Gardner showed her support with a nod of her head, "Yes, we need to find this person! What a

shameless bastard to try to drive a wedge between us!"

"I'll go check the surveillance tape."

With that, Trenton walked out of the door.

Meanwhile, Hayden called Amber and told her that he had already sent the result sheet to the Gardner

family.

Amber was having her dessert.

She didn't love sweets, but Violet made really good desserts.

Hearing Hayden's words, Amber put down the tiramisu that was half-eaten by her and replied, "Okay,

got it. But a result sheet is not enough to make them buy it." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"I know. I'm planning on sending some other things. This is just the beginning. Also, I'm going to bring

the Lashley couple here as well. Just sit back and get ready for the show." Hayden chuckled.

Amber raised her eyebrows. "That's the Hayden I know. Judy is so into her character of being the

Gardners' daughter. So, let's remind her of who her real parents are."

She admitted that it was her fault to drag Judy into this and bring out her greedy side.

Therefore, Amber and Hayden were wrong. But Judy herself was not in the clear either.

Judy promised willingly that she would help them. They didn't force her into making this decision or

anything. So, Judy should have kept her word and never cross the line.

However, she didn’t. She plotted against them instead, which was exactly why they couldn’t let her get

away with this that easily. They had to teach her a lesson and let her know that since it was them who

brought her in, they could also kick her out.

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to do. Okay, I'm about to reach the Lashley family residence now. I'll get

back to you later," Seeing the village ahead, Hayden said into the phone.

"Okay. Be safe," Amber replied.

Violet got Amber a glass of milk after the call. "Miss Reed. Care for some milk?"

"Thank you, Violet." Amber took the glass from Helen, smiling.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Violet turned to look at the door. "Miss Reed, I'll go get the door."

"Okay, thank you." Amber nodded.

Violet walked toward the door and opened it.

Cole stood outside with a bag of mango in his hand. Seeing Violet, he asked in confusion, "Who are

you?"

A guilty look appeared on her face before she quickly replaced it with a fake smile. "Nice to meet you,

Mr. Lyon. I'm Miss Amber's maid."

"Maid?" Cole questioned in surprise and walked into the room quickly. Seeing Amber sitting on the

couch, he asked, "Babe, did you hire this maid yourself? Do you not like the maid I hired for you?"

She couldn't see anything because of her injury, so she didn't even know if this maid she hired was

trustworthy enough.

Why did she get a new maid herself? Was the maid he hired for her not good enough?

Hearing Cole's words, Amber froze for a second then raised her head in surprise and turned to Cole.

"Cole, what are you talking about? Didn't you hire Violet?"

"Me?" Cole pointed at his nose and turned his gaze to Violet. He shook his head. "Not me. She is not

the maid I hired for you."

"Not you?" Amber went blank.

Violet was not the one Cole hired for her?

Then where did she come from?

Amber's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

Cole stared at Violet, alerted. Just as he was about to interrogate her, Violet explained with a smile on

her face.